Am I really that scary?

That is a question, I seem to be still baffled with. In the eyes of my acquaintances and friends, I am a strange girl with a violent nature, yet has a sense of kindness in her. Can evil and good mix? Well, that's what the yin and yang is for then, I guess.

What are possibly the strongest traits that perfectly describe me? Could you point them out for me? I really want to know. Curiosity may have killed the cat but knowledge is power just as much ignorance is bliss. I wonder if I want to be as sly as a weasel or idiotic as a buffoon. Now this is something, I just recalled one of my favorite shows from cartoon network; "I am Weasel!" that show offered a great deal of happiness to me, somewhat in the past. Strangely enough I like the buffoon more rather the smart weasel.

Back to topic, one of the things that would display my threatening decorum (or was it demure?)  would be my habit of twitching probably, or is it my eyes that seems to glare daggers at whatever I lay my gaze upon. Do I bring shivers down your spine or make your skin crawl? I seem to want to giggle if you would answer 'yes.' Or is it my overly passive or sarcastic nature that makes the tone of my voice cold or empty as a robot? Then again you would always find me in a fit of giggles, but that is only when Jaxie is around.

How about my smile? Have ever seen me smile instead of grinning widely like the cat from wonderland? I do smile, but it seems everyone thinks I'm still upset. A shame, that none can tell if I'm happy or not.

Also another thing! Do you find the enraged me to be frightening in the least? Maybe not. I do break pencils and pens but I still regain my composures once in awhile.

Hmm, I still can't seem to stop wondering. If I'm really that scary.

The Twisted Fairy Tale in Wonderland

[ Mr.Rabbit & The Little Red Hood ]

Rated (T) 

(Warning: This story may be confusing) 

Once Upon a time there was a little girl would had lost her way to her grandmother's house, and she was ever so lost and afraid in the dark, dark woods. Then again, probably not, since within her basket isn't all just goodies and treats to lunch and munch on. She hid away the pair of pretty little silver beneath the muffins and cakes just in case, when the wolf would arrive and gobble her up. 

She wandered deeper into the forest, little red hood had noticed she was not alone. For she heard the echoes of beautiful melodies just calling out to her. It felt like a game of hide and go seek, but in this game, just who is she searching for? Thinking this may be a trap, she decided to end this play and find a way back to the trail.

 The girl had halted right beside an old fallen tree, there she noticed that nearby was a lovely berry bush just right for the picking. As she was about to pick at the red berries she heard a twig snap and footsteps, along with loud chatter and laughter. It had startled her in so making her fall into the the thick bush, nothing but her legs and arms sticking out like sore thumbs. When the strangers came there they giggled and laughed, but the cat hardly seemed unamused by this.

These strangers had lend a helping hand to little red hood out the bush, what she saw was something you wouldn't encounter everyday. First was a tall man, who held a wicked grin and upon his noggin was a funny hat. Where a petite cat-like gal had nestled there quite comfortably as she kept her gaze fixated on little red hood. This one girl she was sure that didn't like her much. As for the last one, he was just fairly tall as the man who wore the hat. The only one distinct feature he had was the pair of bunny ears on his head and an eye patch on his left eye. 

These three were definitely an odd little group to her indeed. Not wanting to journey alone to the unknown she decided to follow them to where ever they wanted to be. In the end it was a long and harsh trip that led to poor little red's demise in the end all she was just a normal little girl. 

It was a pity that such a young girl like herself had to die so easily and so fast. You want to know how did she die? Do you? 

Well, reaching to the rabbit hole Little Red and Hatter had fallen a great big fall, where she landed in silent thud and broken her bones to bits, while as for the Hatter, let us just say his hat saved the day. Wish could have said the same for poor little red. Though the little cat appeared to be rejoicing the unintended end of the girl who stole the Hatter's attention. It seems she was all alone. 

Till suddenly as she mopped and weeped, a hand was outstretched in her world of darkness which then led her to the world of light. There right before her was the man with rabbit ears who gave her a wide grin similar to the Hatter but different. She in turn smiled back softly to him as her little hood had fallen back and revealed her pretty little face. 

"Care for some tea Little Red Hood?"

"Thank you Mr.Rabbit, I would like some."

The two hand in hand went off to have their own little tea party away from others, both started to learn more about one another slowly and became the best of friends. Sharing their own secrets or tales of their life in the past. It was so much fun that the two had forgotten their role within the story themselves. The Hatter and the Cheshire had left wonderland out to search for adventure, the wolf and Peter Pan with his friends all went together on a trip to Neverland. 

This is rather incomplete tale of the Rabbit and the Red Hood.  
 
The End? 

Today is another day to hurt you

BlueNight,


This is considered to be my very first blog to you today, and I find rather annoying. It irritates me that I can't seem to be able to think of what to write now. Probably it could be that I am not exactly alone here. I'm with my friends; Jax, Kev, Sky and Fan. They are quite distracting, though it fun 'cause Jax is there to be our center of attention. I guess I need her to be hyper. It was a pity she left to go home, cant keep her away from home forever.


Seriously, this first one reeks. In the future I need to write much more exciting ones that would make you glued to the screen to read or just make you hurl at its content. Doesn't matter all I need to do is write how I feel or what I'm thinking about now, right?


-RedHood